C142 This Really Isn't a Platform Operation
C142 This Really Isn't a Platform Operation
If they continued like this, the top anchors would surely be taken down. There wouldn't be a problem after the contract was signed, but if an unsigned anchorman actually stepped on the big anchors of the other servers, that would be outrageous!
Every period of time on the platform had a clear control over the heat and the flow of people. This was absolutely not allowed to happen!
Chang Chao controlled the mouse, but in the next moment, he was dumbfounded.
What was going on? Why couldn't he control his mana?
The broadcast room's numbers were still rising crazily.
"Holy shit, what's going on? Why can't this Singing God Studio control the backstage data directly? The programmer in charge of maintenance, what are you doing here! " Chang Chao was getting anxious and immediately called the backstage.
Not long later, he received a message from the backstage.
"Stop blabbering. This live broadcast room has been rising and falling at a very high rate. The data stream is too crowded. There's a problem with the technology and we can't operate it at the moment!"
"…" Chang Chao was speechless.
"..."
"Thank you, Sir!"
Looking at the screen, Mia's smile was like a flower, and her mouth even sweetly recited the name of a certain audience gift-giving.
Mia was a popular anchorperson in the entertainment district. As long as they broadcasted live for a few hours every day, singing and chatting with the audience, they would be able to easily enter into the tens of thousands every month.
Just a moment ago, this fan club's audience had been bombarded by twenty aircraft in a row.
Seeing that the popularity of 300,000 was already so high, Mia was very happy. Usually, it was only 200,000. Obviously, those gifts just now had brought her some popularity.
Almost 99% of the audience watching her live broadcast were men, so Mia naturally knew what they wanted to see. She quietly pulled at the clothes on her shoulders.
Since they had been fighting intensely all this time, they definitely couldn't reveal too much. They could only reveal a little bit of it. It was not against the rules, and the audience loved to watch as well.
"Everyone, what song do you like to hear? Remember to leave a message on the screen. Remember to pay attention to those who like the streamer. Give them a small gift to support the streamer!" Mia smiled sweetly at the beautiful Camera.
Bullets:
"Mia is so beautiful today!"
"My wife, I love you!"
"Pull down your clothes a bit more!"
"This song is so white, oh no, those thighs are so nice to listen to!"
"…"
"Everyone hurry up and go to Singing God Studio, f * ck, this person is invincible when he's singing!"
"I'm crying listening to this. The man who sings the best on the entire stage, room number xxxx!"
The front of the barrage was normal, but Mia frowned when she saw the back. Why did so many people appear out of nowhere to advertise in other rooms, and who was Singing God?
"Everyone, please pay attention to the barrage etiquette. The room manager will cover up all the troubles caused by the small ads." Mia said.
After the room manager had taken care of it, the barrage of bullets became much more harmonious.
Mia sighs in relief and prepares to continue the live broadcast.
However, at this moment, the curtain of bullets suddenly shot out again.
"Holy shit, that's true. This person is invincible when he's singing!"
"It's so nice to listen to. I've never heard such a nice song before!"
"As expected of the Singing God, invincible and powerful!"
Mia was angry. "Everyone, please don't discuss the other live broadcasts in my live broadcast room. If you want to watch them, please move to the other live broadcasts!"
From her point of view, this must be some shameless streamer who was jealous of her. Why would her true love do such a thing?
After uttering those words, Mia suddenly froze and her cherry lips opened wide in disbelief.
The heat in the room was falling rapidly, 28w, 26w, 25w, 24w, 22w, 20w, 17w, 12w, 8w...
What happened? Was the data wrong?
The same thing happened to the other anchors on the same page.
"Nass, Five Killing!" A certain someone, who was the anchorman of this game, had just received a wave of 5 Killers. The atmosphere in the room was very lively!
"Everyone, the audience likes to watch me play games. Don't miss me when I pass by. Please give me some attention. Remember to take a small gift!" The male anchor looked at the popularity on the page and felt extremely proud of himself. Ever since he was young, he had been looked down upon, said to be ugly, even scolded for being uncultured, and spent all day playing games without any proper work!
But now, after entering the live broadcast industry, he had used his own hands to prove to everyone that even if it was playing games, he could still succeed. So what if he was ugly, did he eat your family's rice!
"6666, the main streamer is domineering!"
"Technology host, I'm paying attention!"
"I gave 99 points for that move just now. I lost one point because I was afraid you'd be arrogant."
"Can the streamer explain the details?"
System notification: [xxx 1 aircraft gifted]
The male host was in a very good mood and was very proud of himself. "The operation just now was very detailed. Next up, let's do a replay. I'll explain it to you guys in detail …"
Without waiting for him to finish, he suddenly swept under the barrage of bullets.
"The Singing God has started."
"What, the Singing God started broadcasting again?"
"Let's go listen to the song."
"This time, I want to record Singing God's voice as a bell!"
The male streamer was stunned, then his face darkened, "What's going on? Which broadcast room invited the troll army? That's too much, can you all please leave? "
"No problem!"
"OJBK!"
The popularity of the live broadcast room was like a plane crash, 21w, 17w, 13w, 8w, 5w...
Seeing the decline in popularity, the male streamer's vision darkened and he nearly fainted!
All of the hosts were about to go crazy when they saw their own popularity on the first page.
"Holy shit, what's going on?!"
"Where's my popularity!"
"Is there a problem with this broken platform?"
"..."
In a certain streamer's chat group.
"What happened today? Why did everyone run away? "
"Who is the Singing God? The platform is going to support the new host again? "
"I've never heard of it. I don't know it at all!"
A group of popular streamers were communicating in the group. With such a popularity, other than the platform secretly attacking them, they could not think of a second reason.
They watched helplessly as the flow of people running past their rooms all entered their Singing God Studio, causing the number of people in that room to skyrocket from 30 w all the way to 120w!
And in his own room, there were only tens of thousands of people left. This bit of popularity, this, what the f * ck was this broadcasted!?
"Superpipe, Superpipe, come out. You have to give an explanation for this!" The fact that Mia was shouting in the group was too infuriating.
Quite a number of people had silently @ Superman's ID. This matter had to be explained.
Chang Chao said, "This is really not a platform operation. The Singing God hasn't signed on yet."
Chang Chao looked at the screen at this moment and felt helpless. He never thought that Singing God Studio would actually rise so fiercely and this momentum had already crushed the other hosts.
When the other anchors saw the news, they were even more speechless. What did this mean? A anchorperson who had yet to sign a contract had already crushed them to this state? Were they f * cking playing or not?